Red and Gold

You're in a forest, sitting on a pile of leaves that have just fallen. All around you, trees of red and gold grow high above your head. When you look up, it seems like they grow towards each other in the sky. A few ripe maple leaves wave, but all is calm. You have been on a long walk. It's taken you days to get here, fighting through thick brush and twisting thorns. You can still recall the feeling in your gut. But although there is no one around now, you are at peace. The trees become your friends. In this moment, you do not care where you go next or if you ever leave this place of rest. Hunger may come and the sun may go down, but this feeling transcends all hardships. In fact, it embraces them. The warmth inside your chest is one that cannot be quelled. When the last leaf falls and blows away, you will get up and walk on. But for now, you sink deeper into the lovely pile. All the warm colors bring out the flavors of your mood. Yes, it will all pass away soon. You accept this, and whisper goodbye to the trees. Their peace becomes your peace.